Prince Waly & Myth Syzer – ‘Junior’

Damn, if you venture on the French side of rap, rare are the occasions where something is as powerful as its American counterpart. Lo and behold, Prince Waly, brings the NYC conversational 90’s flow to the forefront, full of internal rhymes, offbeat pauses, and deadpan wisdom, usually the servings of a young Nas, Rakim, or early Jay-Z.

Myth Syzer, usually on the electronic side of hip-hop production, tones down the blips and J Dilla bass booms, to deliver a beat that sounds like Premier meets Pete Rock in the summer of 1992. A scratched sample from slain Harlem rapper Big L crowns the chorus while Prince Waly spits cryptic reflections on street smarts, moral implications of crime, and hopeful yearning. Soul music for soulless times.

World Press Photo 2016

Photojournalism exhibition sponsored by the Illuminati. An amount of dead bodies that rival a Tarantino film. This year, a special focus on abused and exploited children. Refugees star without compensation. Liberal white guilt on display. Images are printed on foam cardboard giving no texture or sense of reality. Two personal projects about pregnancy feel like student works (probably related to members of the jury). Nothing memorable. Same as the junk on any newsfeed online. Avoid at all costs, unless you want to count dead bodies or abused children.

Most poignant picture would be the Lybian refugees on a boat in the Mediterranean Sea. The diversity of expressions in the black faces resonate deeply with the convoluted emotions of being in the world today: as a fleeing fugitive of disastrous conditions brought upon by destructive rich white men! Photo by Francesco Zizola.

An overcrowded rubber dinghy sailed from the Libyan coast is apprached by the MSF Bourbon Argos search and rescue ship. 26 August 2015.
An overcrowded rubber dinghy sailed from the Libyan coast is apprached by the MSF Bourbon Argos search and rescue ship. 26 August 2015.

Nots – Cosmetic LP (2016)

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Second LP from Memphis underground rock/punk quartet, Nots. Just their name illicits questioning and encrypted mystery. These four individuals deliver the pummeling, bass-heavy, distorted psych guitar twang I’ve expected, but this time ‘turnt up’ the psych a notch. Lyrically, they still tread the same waters of Watergate, emerging paranoia, science-fiction forms, whether on the metaphysical bouncy anthem ‘Blank Reflection‘, or directly through their negation of mainstream culture on ‘Entertain Me‘. Nine numbers of bent distorted heat. My personal favorite, title-track ‘Cosmetic’ slows down their usual tempo by half, and delivers a classic drawn-out glorious hardcore stomping number that would fit quite nicely in a George A. Romero zombie flick. Quite serious, and untouchable, like electroshock therapy. Wouldn’t be surprised if FBI, CIA, MI-6 already have a file open on these guys.

LP comes with limited edition cream-pink vinyl, glossy insert sleeve also comes with lyrics.

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